Every morning I wake-up, I
take my pills with a glass of water
and hope that today will be better
I slither into a hoodie
and get on my server to
play the part of a life
that isn’t mine
when the clock ticks without me
noticing, I realize
I’ve been empty all day, minus
a gut feeling that I’m dead,
or I should be
I think I’ve wasted a year
of my time
where I could have
been alive,
I could have felt alive
If only I did not message you
the morning I woke-up,
every day
for 10 months
until we broke up
maybe I wouldn’t have realized
I wanted to take 3 steps
out onto the pavement
in front of a
ruby-red Sudan
maybe my depression wouldn’t
have given me
a surprise party
maybe every morning I could wake-up
with a yawn
and a few multi-vitamins
like every healthy person.
I thought i'd share that.